Jace Norman Hot Novels & Stories

It was hate and need mixed into something dangerous. Kade spun Jace around fast. He shoved him face-first against the rough tree bark. One big hand yanked Jace’s jeans down to his knees. Cool air hit his bare ass. Jace’s hole was already slick. Wet. Ready. His body had betrayed him completely. Kade groaned at the sight. “Look at you. Rival alpha leaking slick like a bitch in heat. You want this bad.” “Shut up and do it,” Jace snapped, voice shaking with anger and lust.

Her luscious lips parted in a silent gasp as she pleasured herself with the pulsing water. Steve's hand slid inside his shorts, jerking his hard on, hardly able to believe what he was watching. His chest heaved with shaky breaths as he watched lovely Cassie's hips pumping as she leaned back against her car, her fingers having joined the water from the hose as she masturbated. He felt his cock twitching, knowing he was about to cum as she bit her lip and her hips surged forward, a small cry escaping from her throat as her body tensed, her face a mask of ecstasy. Steve cried out unabashedly as his own orgasm flooded his senses, his cum shooting against the inside of his shorts.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I should turn around. Should go back outside and wait until they're done. Should do literally anything other than what I actually do, which is walk further into the house like a complete idiot. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The living room comes into view. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And I see everything. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Jace is on the couch, completely naked, his tattooed body glistening with sweat. His muscles flex and ripple with every movement — his abs clenching, his thick thighs tensed, his arms bulging as he grips the woman's hips. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

When she got home, Jace was waiting patiently for Ann. He was sitting on a high chair while doing something on his laptop, located on the bar table near the kitchen set. He wore a casual t-shirt with a v-neck and black shorts. His stocky calves were attractive in Ann's eyes. Jace wore anti-radiation glasses that made his face look smart and full of charisma. Jace looked up when he saw Ann's arrival. He smiled. "Hi, Ann. Did you have fun with Jax?” Jace asked as if he could guess what was going on.

So the name is Jace, Arianne thought to herself, the former just nod his head and continue to eat his food while Mason was all smile and giving Kristinn an extra full watt smile. The girls settle down and unluckily for Arianne she was facing Jace. She discreetly glanced at him and thinks he's like a Greek god. He has dark hair paired with those green gorgeous eyes and his lips, she don't even know how to describe it, maybe kissable? Of course she didn't make it obvious that she was eyeing him and just like he does, she give her attention on her food as well. "So Alexis what brought you here in the mall?" Kyle said after a while.

DEVONNE’S POV “Did you guys crash into someone?” I asked Josh. “Uhm yeah, it’s one of my classmates” he croaked and I had to get him some water. Helping him up a bit so he can gulp it down. The boy came over and peered into Josh’s face “you don’t even look hurt” he said then turned to me “Hello, I’m Norman, since he’s awake now, shouldn’t you call the doctor?” I just stared.

She snatched her arm immediately, hiding behind me with one hell of a pretentious smile. I recovered slowly thanks to my slow and weak wolf. I must have taken a couple of seconds longer before I raised my head. There he was. Jace. Dressed in a brown leather jacket, a white shirt, and some dirt bike jeans with a cowboy boot, Jace looked like the perfect cast for a hot cowboy guy in a movie. He took off his sunglasses when I looked at him, his beautiful blue eyes coming to light, but they weren't as friendly as before. His expression held anger. His focus shifted to Maya.

“Yes. That is what I want to see. That is what you are meant to be. Now finish him.” Inside me, the reflection howled like a wild thing. Do it. Burn him. Kill him before he kills you. This is what you were born for. My heart pounded so fast I thought it would break me. Across the ruined ground, Jace stood there, bloody and torn. His chest was covered in glowing runes, brighter than fire. He did not move. He did not try to hide. He only looked at me. “Aria,” he said, his voice rough and broken, but it carried through the smoke. “Do it.”

“Nice shorts.” “They’re called clothes. You should try them sometime,” I shot back, walking past him to get coffee. But my skin prickled where his eyes had been, like he’d left fingerprints without even touching me. He chuckled—low, dark, dangerous. “That mouth’s gonna get you in trouble.” “It’s not my mouth I’m worried about,” I muttered under my breath. Jace Carter was exactly the kind of boy I spent my whole life avoiding. Tattooed arms, cocky smile, bedroom eyes that promised bad decisions. He was the kind of boy who didn’t do rules or regrets.

V Ms. Samuels told me not to talk to Jace, but I have a crush on him. I can't help it. He's like a Greek god. Smooth skin, bright green eyes, brown hair cut low in the back, sharp cheek bones, perfect eye brows, perfect lips, deep dimples and don't forget that smile. Oh my god. That smile. His body was to die for, its obvious he plays some kind of sports. How can you not have a crush on God's masterpiece?